Afternoon
I want to sit on a deck chair and drink a tea and have no one bother me unless I want bothering, while listening to a baseball game on a tinny AM radio, unless I want to listen to mid-‘70s New York punk or late-'70s garage rock on FM radio, and order in food I don't have to cook, not wear shoes, and maybe fall asleep there for an hour, and have fresh fruit showing up when I run out of the last batch, and enjoy the fresh breeze passing under the shade that makes sure I don't burn to a crisp.